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Silence is death
in the realm of sleep
where worms awaken
and slowly creep
through twilight shades
and broken dreams
to guide the slain
into another world

come Dor-Marth
the spirits arise
on towers of ash
the banshee cries
through shadow mist
and veils of sorrow
to bale fires past
and a haunted morrow

guide us onwards
to the crooked bank
where Arthur lies still
oh dread Camlan
the hounds of Cwn Annwn come now
and guide his soul
to the other-side

Far from the woods of caledon
this song of graves shall always be,
Far from the woods of caledon
this song of graves shall always be,

guide us onwards
to the crooked bank
where Arthur lies still
oh dread Camlan
the hounds of Cwn Annwn come now
and guide his soul
to the other-side

Silence is death
in the realm of sleep
where worms awaken
and slowly creep
through twilight shades
and broken dreams
to guide the slain
into another world

come Dor-Marth
the spirits arise
on towers of ash
the banshee cries
through shadow mist
and veils of sorrow
to bale fires past
and a haunted morrow

magic of yore
lost to the grave
we drink from
the horn of bran galed
the grey whetstone
of elder horgalen
the coat of padarn
and ring of eluned
great magic of. Yore
lost to the earth
blade of rhydderch
white hilted ...........
music of swords
blunted and broken
enchanted spells
words unspoken

hear the song of graves
tombstones of sword blades
six feet under a warrior slain
never to walk this earth again.
Like an autumn falling blackthorn leaf
lost in times becrimsoned grief

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